Parker had long ago learnt that when brisk tones and short instructions were given, he should keep his head down and question nothing.
'Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.' Part of him believed the words were written for her Ladyship—the charming demeanour and sweet smiles were deadly when the woman marched to war, much like she was now.
Question was, against whom did they march?
Her likeness to the quote was only reinforced when her Ladyship asked if he had his gun. Well, of course he did, his was a bodyguard first, chauffeur and friend second. He glanced into the rear view mirror and watched as she sighed, securing the handgun within its holster, before sliding it into her handbag. She looked so young right then, weighted down by what was about to come. The young woman was a child, one he had long ago adopted as his own in many ways. She sighed again and raised her eyes to the view that hurtled by the car, sitting up straight and once again she was the woman that bought fear to the hearts of those that angered her. '"Someone," she started, and it was clear she knew exactly who this someone was, 'has attempted to kill Virgil'—and just like that, his stomach hit the floor and where he not quite so practised at controlling his expressions and emotions, he would have hit the brakes on reflex as his thoughts turned to poor Ruth—'and could still be successful, as his current stability is less then secure.' Well, he mused, that explained their destination—it was all he had been given in the rush to leave. 'We're to visit the Tracys,' and that had been that. He hadn't questioned it, as it was not his place, but now, now he needed to know.
'Do we know who, m'lady?'
'John.'
'John?'
'John did it, he tried to kill Virgil and now there is a very strong chance he is going to try and go for Kayo or Scott, possibly both. So, we're going to take him for a little "talk".'
He wasn't sure how to feel—any other person and he would be more than willing to "talk" to them, but someone he knew, someone he would more than proudly call family? He wasn't sure, but then again if it was truly him that had done this, then was it really John? His mind stretched back to Ruth…
'Gladly, m'lady.'